Quantum Grandmother, Track Mode Tributes, and the Lasagna Equation

Socket Seekers, we are going to do some reminiscing today. I used to visit my grandmother at the nursing home. I would take her out to lunch in my Mustang. She really liked the way it sounds, so being the good grandchild that I was, I would set the exhaust

Procreating Potholes and Geriatric Profanity

Do any of you Socket Seekers have pain meds? This morning I woke up with severe back pain. So let's review: I went to bed with no pain, woke up with back pain. What the fuck happened last night? I slept really good, so was I moving furniture

ADHD Diagnostics and the Barbados Estate Funding Project

Lets make this a short one ok Socket Seekers. The post yesterday was almost 800 words and covered multiple topics. There was something about me being a profane Vampire with doubts about moving to a high desert city in Colorado. Looking back, while playing where the fuck did my pills

Pill Explosions and Colorado is a Foot Thief

Are you all fully medicated and ready for this Socket Seekers? This morning I was taking my HRT. I pulled out my old person wooden box of pills I keep them in—yes, I have a box of pills. I sat it on the edge of the table because I

The Red 40 Sibling Experiment and Chanting Cookies

Welcome the fuck back Socket Seekers. It's confirmed: I curse too much. I am fully aware of it, and I show absolutely no signs of stopping or giving a... well, you know. I led another day of work training today. You should honestly pity my trainee; I am

Modern Art, Heavy Physics, and the Chip Powder Equation

As I said, yesterday was my trip with my brother. We did a trail ride, then we pulled into a spot next to a bridge overlooking a beautiful tire sticking out of the muck. It was just upriver from a modern art exhibit of a washer drum that had been

Mom's Swedish Brownies

No, they aren't from Sweden, and no, neither are we. I have no idea why they are called this, but they are like crack if you make them correctly. Stuff we think are in them: * 2 cups of flour (we think): She never really measured it precisely, so

The Bro Dozer Checkpoint and Cloud Seeding Plans

Socket Seekers I didn't die—only my will for human interaction did. I just completed another cycle in my nice and peaceful shell. My therapist wouldn't agree, but I find avoiding people very relaxing. I went to get another hit of Taco Bell grease and hot

Rectal Rocketry and the Meme Delay

So I don't have a lot to say today Socket Seekers. Calm down, we don't need the noisemakers and confetti. My brother texted me, "Is this true?" then nothing. He, of course, doesn't know about my top-secret transness. So then he

Moats, Micro-Homes, and Missing Context

Socket Seekers lets get this over with we all have things to do. My brother texted me, which is not unusual since we text each other stupid jokes all the time, or I tell him how we have IT engineers who are supposed to build systems for our entire staff